You must’ve felt it. You know, like when you’re browsing the internet and, omg, there it is. It’s a photo of a kitten, wrapped up in some ragged scraps of toilet paper, its enormous, glittering eyesies almost bulging with purity and innocence and the most immaculate virtue, its so ferocious clawsies grasping at the camera, its floopsy bellysies wibbling your womblies.
AND YOU CAN’T EVEN AND YOU GET SO MAD AND YOU WANT TO SQUEEZE THE SHIT OUT OF IT, GRIND IT UP, AND SNORT IT.
It’s a real thing. And it’s also the defining feature of Unravel 2.